Yan ghost

Border Night Market, also known as Tianjie, got its name from the wooden armor merchants floating in the sky.

In recent years, border mujias have become more and more enthusiastic about doing business. They can't fit in one street, and they don't want to abandon the most prosperous area, so they expand upwards.They put flying talismans on the stalls, floating in the air, and a lantern hangs below some, writing the word "tea" or "noodles".

Stalls in the air are often hotter than those on the ground.Firstly, people are more interested in things that are not easy to see, and secondly, those who fly up to see it will always say that it is better than the ground, otherwise it will be a waste of effort.

Everyone showed their special abilities at the stalls in the air, so shopping in Tianjie became an important moment to show off their mounts.Especially the Yanshis, if a mount with the same exquisiteness or even better than their own came to meet them, they would always take a look at the owner and meet their eyes.

Yesterday Qinghuai left early, the night market was not open yet.It's a bit late to leave the guild today, just in time for the busiest time.Jing Tong looked up at the stalls in the sky, and Qingyuan took off the money bag and handed over the umbrella together.Jing Tong holds the umbrella and looks at Qingyuan, Qingyuan nods to signal him to open it.

"Pa——" a rune fell on the wrist.Jing Tong was lifted into the air by an umbrella.Only then did Qinghuai understand why Qingyuan brought an umbrella when she went out, since it was obviously not raining.Jing Tong floated in the air, and the two walked on the ground to follow.

"Isn't Boss Qing hungry?"

"I'm used to not eating after noon." It's not unusual for Qingyuan to look like a very self-disciplined person.

"Then you promised to come with us. I thought you were working late and hungry."

Qingyuan tilted her head and asked back: "If I don't come, you are penniless, how can you buy it for him?"

Qinghuai smiled embarrassedly: "If you don't eat after noon, can you have a drink that night?"

"I know one place."

There is a tree at the end of Tianjie, with a wine cover hanging on it.The tree has three floors, and there are seven seats on the branches.There are stairs on the trunk, spiraling up.When the two reached the top floor, there happened to be an empty branch.As soon as I sat down, the branch moved to the front, and the wine list was written on the leaf.It turns out that the owner of the restaurant has his soul attached to the wood armor tree.Qinghuai said that he didn't know which one was good to drink, so Qingyuan ordered it for him, and she seemed to be a regular customer.

Qing Huai said: "This place is much more fun than the capital city." On his left is the extended sky street, and on his right is a dark and mysterious cliff.

Qingyuan said: "Here Mujia is not oppressed, everyone has hope."

The branch brought two jugs of wine and two cups.Qingyuan poured the wine and said that he ordered two kinds, but he didn't know whether Qinghuai liked it or not.

The doll has limited wine sacs, so Qinghuai dare not drink too much.Qingyuan is drinking slowly, leaning on a branch, holding her head in one hand.He doesn't look good when he drinks, but he becomes talkative when he drinks.

According to Qingyuan, his hometown is in Rouyi Shenjing.Back then, he accompanied the general to help King Huai fight against the Soul Armor Army.After the war, Rouyi completely banned wooden armor.He chose to stay on the border and founded the Yanshi Guild.

Qingyuan also said that he was a priest before becoming Yanshi.The family has been in charge of the rituals of the Rouyi Festival for generations.He is the eldest son of the family, and since he was a child, there was only one way in front of him. He read scriptures and practiced rituals every day, and he was familiar with immortal methods and Taoism.

"It really has the face of a priest."

"What do you mean?"

"It just looks very abstinent... Hey, I'm joking. Then why did you switch to Yanshi later?"

Qingyuan said that it was all because of a chance encounter when he was 15 years old.

He had just been appointed high priest at the time.At the beginning of his succession, it coincided with the emperor's big wedding, so he must be extremely cautious in everything and dare not be negligent.

The wedding invited the most famous dance troupes and opera troupes from all over the world to perform for seven days in turn.For the first two days, everything was fine.The third day was Kui Fang Le Wu, and everything seemed to be going according to plan, but he always felt that something was wrong.So the music and dance ended, and the dancers went to the backstage with the Kui Fang dancers.

"Stay."

The person in front of him knew that he was calling him, so he stopped immediately.The other dancers wanted to protect them, but Qingyuan took a look and had to back down.The man bowed his head and said nothing, strangely.Qingyuan stepped forward to question her, but suddenly her eyes widened.

The man found out that he was exposed and wanted to run away.Qingyuan drew out his sword, and turned several strings from his body on the scabbard, like a sugar figurine, and turned out a boy of twelve or thirteen years old.The boy fell to the ground with a wow.

"What is your intention of manipulating the puppet during the music and dance?"

The young man felt sorry for the doll, and reluctantly crawled to check it. When he found that it was not broken, he sat up and covered his knees with his hands.

"I am..." The young man almost confessed, but suddenly changed his words and asked, "My doll didn't jump wrong, how did you find out?" He raised his face, his brows and eyes were calm, and thinking about it now, he really couldn't remember what he looked like.

"The expression is wrong."

"Expression?" The boy nodded and asked again, "What else?"

"The strength is not as good as others' retraction."

"Hahaha, it's my fault that I still don't know much about music and dance, and the manipulation is not good enough."

"Don't change the subject." Qingyuan said coldly, "Don't tell the reason. Don't even think about taking the doll back."

The boy gritted his teeth and stepped forward to try to grab the doll, but he was no match for Qingyuan at all.Qingyuan drew his sword and aimed at the boy's forehead. "Don't tell me why, don't even think about going back tonight."

At this time, two wooden pigeons flew out from the boy's sleeves.Qingyuan swung his sword to block the pigeon, but the boy escaped, leaving only a pool of blood on the ground.

The fourth day of presentation.Qingyuan went back to the house early to mess with the boy's doll.The puppet was exquisitely made, and it was a lot of fun.He found that if each part of the puppet is controlled independently, it is no different from a living person.But because it was too complicated, the ten fingers were not enough to control, which led to flaws in the facial expressions.

Qingyuan was having fun when the door was kicked open.A humanoid mecha rushed forward to discuss a fight.Although the mecha has no moves and is reckless, but it is invulnerable and extremely powerful. With a few moves, it subdues Qingyuan to the ground, almost suffocating.

The mecha said, "Give me back my puppet."

"not return."

Qingyuan sent out the spell, and the mecha instantly jumped up, shaking its body frantically.The boy fell out of the mecha, knocked over the table and chairs, and said angrily: "Do you have to hit so hard!"

At this time, the puppet walked up to the boy and lifted the hem of his clothes.The legs of the trousers were already bleeding, and the injury that was healed was torn again.The boy watched in disbelief as the puppet rolled up his trouser legs, applied the medicine, and then looked at Qingyuan with the same gaze.

"You actually used spells to control him?" The boy immediately changed his tone and begged, "Can you teach me how to control spells?"

"Why should I teach you?"

"If you teach me, I will give you the doll."

"Who wants your doll."

"Don't you like my doll? If you don't like it, why don't you return it to me?"

"Obviously you didn't tell me your intention to manipulate the puppet."

The boy ignored the words and started to sell his dolls.He said that his puppet was popular in Chilan, and that the puppet could be used as a stand-in to worship the heavens for him. His younger brother often skipped school with puppet.Qingyuan concluded that the boy was not a bad person, so he stopped pursuing the matter of music and dancing, confiscated both the mech and the doll, and went back to sleep.But the boy was chattering outside the house until late at night, extremely excited.

The fifth day of presentation.Qingyuan found out that the boy was sneaking around in the study at night.He flipped through the books one by one and found that they were all scriptures. He sighed in disappointment, probably looking for books on spells.

Sunny lights up.The boy turned his head, and the next moment he was nailed to the wall by a spell.

"Aren't you bored to learn this every day?"

"There will be no boredom with you on the wall all night."

"Otherwise, you teach me spells, and I teach you wooden armor."

"I don't learn those." Qingyuan went to sleep again, but this time she didn't take the doll with her.

Early the next morning, the spell failed and the boy left.Qingyuan went to the study, and the puppet came to her side.

Qingyuan was surprised that instead of taking away the puppet he deliberately left behind, the boy changed it into his own appearance.He remembered what the young man had said about the substitute, and was tempted for a moment.So that day, the puppet performed a sacrifice in Shenjing, and no one noticed.

The sixth day of performance.That night when the boy didn't come, Qingyuan decided to sneak into the Kaifang Dance Troupe.When he saw a room, someone opened the door, and another person came forward and asked, "Is your health better, brother?" The person in the room said, "It's much better. Fortunately, the young master from the Chilan troupe came forward and replaced it with a doll, otherwise he would go to the hospital with a high fever." I’m afraid I’m going to sacrifice him to heaven.” The person outside the house said: “Don’t talk about that day, I was so scared to death. I was caught by the high priest, and I was worried that he would be blamed severely when he took office as a new official. Fortunately, only one person was beaten. meal." The person in the room said: "That meal hurt a lot, let's go see him tomorrow."

Qingyuan went to the residence of the Chilan Opera Troupe again, and found that the boy was making wooden armor, frowning and smiling.He thought at the time that making wooden armor must be very interesting, and watched it on the roof all night.

The seventh day of performance.The boy brought the wooden armor to provoke again.The wooden armor is small and has no attack power, but it walks nimbly.Qingyuan couldn't understand it, so she confiscated it first.

The young man said: "For you." Qingyuan was surprised at first, and hurriedly said: "You send me, and I will not teach you spells."

"I can't teach you if you want to." The young man smiled, "The performance is over, and the troupe will start tomorrow. Even if you are willing to teach tonight, I won't be able to learn."

The boy approached, took a few books from the bookshelf behind Qingyuan, opened the wooden armor and threw them in. It turned out to be a bookcase.He said: "This little guy can carry heavy loads instead of a servant. If you don't want to take people with you when you go out, you can take it with you. You have cast a spell on it, and it has already recognized its master." Qingyuan got up and walked around the house , The book case really bumped around in the room.Qingyuan didn't go away, the bookcase followed a few steps, and then stopped.

"Why send me?"

"Don't get me wrong, I don't always give you things alone." Qingyuan frowned, and the young man smiled, "I've been shopping in Rouyi for a lot of materials I haven't seen before, and I accidentally bought too much. The troupe is everywhere. Run around, I will be scolded if I bring too much."

"Dolls and mechs, you don't want them anymore?"

"Controlling with puppet strings, isn't it wronging them?"

The boy said he had to go back to pack his luggage and left in a hurry.Qingyuan sat alone, recalling the recent spell to control the puppet, and wrote it down bit by bit.It was dawn when I finished writing.He put the manuscript into a mobile book case and drew a spell on it.The book box goes out to find the boy.

Since then, Qingyuan has never seen the boy again.He is still his priest, but life is not what it used to be.

He performs his duties during the day and studies wooden armor at night.This kind of craftsman's first-class handicraft can only be done secretly behind the back of the family, just like having an affair.At first, he hid the wooden armor and tools at home, but later he had too many things, so he simply set up a room outside.

So passed three years.One day, Qingyuan was in the garden, and saw a butterfly lingering around her, refusing to leave.The butterfly is gorgeous in color and very special. If you want to catch it, you can't always come and see it.Finally the butterfly landed on top of his head.

"Mr. Qingyuan, are the babies I gave you okay?" Butterfly said, "Do you think my new invention is amazing? We can talk like this in the future."

"How do you do it?"

"Hahaha, I found something more powerful than the spell you taught me."

"It's ghost power." Qing Huai blurted out.He knew that this young man was the same person as the acquaintance Qingyuan had mentioned earlier.There is no one else who can make lifelike dolls, who was the first to use spells to control wooden armor, and invented ghost power and psychic butterflies, except Xiang Yan.

"Then what is the principle of the psychic butterfly?"

"He split the soul, injected it into multiple wooden armors, used soul induction to transmit information, used a voice changer to simulate human voices, and combined with encryption spells to prevent the soul from eavesdropping on the conversation."

"Isn't this cruel? The soul is scattered all year round."

"It's the work of the ghosts. He pays the ghosts, or grants their wishes."

Qinghuai nodded, and asked again: "What about the psychic butterfly? Why don't you see it?"

Qingyuan opened the box at hand, and there was a psychic butterfly inside.Qing Huai reached out to touch it, but the spell was still there, but the soul inside was gone.

There are also various tools for making wooden armor in the box, which are divided into categories and placed neatly.When Qinghuai saw it, he let out a cry.

"what happened?"

"I'm sorry, I have to go back first. I promised a low wood to fix his body." Qing Huai also knew that he was being rude, so he kept his eyes down when he spoke.

"Can I borrow this tool for a night?"

Qingyuan said: "Saving people is the most important thing." He took out the psychic butterfly and pushed the box over.He chanted a mantra, and Jingtong was carried back from a distance by the umbrella.Qinghuai went downstairs, turned around while running and waved goodbye to Qingyuan.

People walk away.Qingyuan twisted the psychic butterfly and unfolded it in her palm.

At that time, Chilan was in chaos, and the soul of the butterfly suddenly rushed out, gathered with the souls of other psychic butterflies in the night sky, and rushed to the capital.He had a bad feeling at the time.Within a few days, I really heard that something happened to Xiang Yan.